Date: Fri, 09 Dec 2005 19:30:42 +0000 From: Jorge Grossao Subject: encounters/all-american-plumber-1 ALL AMERICAN PLUMBER 1 by Jorge Alvarez It's very late but the bar at the hotel is still open. I order a bourbon, straight up. I notice that the barman is a hunk, All-American jock, blond, ponytail, tall and very well built. From the way he's staring at my big hands I know he's doing what most white guys do when they're face to face with a black stud. He's trying to figure out how big my cock really is. I tap my wide fingers to show him how long and thick they are. He's getting nervous, he needs to talk. "So, long night, huh?" "Yeah. You always work that late?" "No, I'm actually filling for my pal, he has a date. I usually have the afternoon shift. At night I go to acting school". "Aspiring actor, huh?" "Well, sort of. I'm from Alabama, I'm new in the city. I went to college there, was in the swimming team, the football team, doing well, but than there was an incident in the locker room and I left. Came up here to try my luck..." "What kind of incident?" "Rather not talk about it. Want another one? That one went down quickly... And you, sir, what do you do for a living?" "I'm an actor actually. Have been for a long time. But you've probably never heard of me. My movies are for a special public..." "How so?" "What do you think a black stud with a thick 13-inch dick would be doing in showbiz?" The poor boy almost chokes on his beer, blushing a deep red to the roots of his beautiful blond mane. "I'm... I'm sorry, sir. No disrespect, but is it ... porn movies that you do?" "Yeah, gay porn". Now he's really stretching his neck and staring, not at my hands but at my crotch, barely visible behind the bar. "What do you mean, gay? You don't look... queer... to me, sir, no way!" "No, of course. You don't have to be gay to work in gay movies". "You don't? Oh. I didn't know that". Long pause. He's thinking hard, brows furrowed. "Do you think they would have something for..." "For you? Of course. You're good looking, a real stud, it's a done deal. You'd have to go through an audition, of course". "Audition? When? Where?" "I can give you one. I mean, you can audition for me and I'd admit you, or not, to our cast..." "Gee, thanks Mr..." "Grossao". "Grossao. Sounds familiar. What's that, Spanish?" "Portuguese. Means hugely thick". "Oh, I see..." Very long pause. He's considering... "And how would that... audition... go?" "When you close the bar, come to my room and you'll audition for me. How does that sound?" "Oh... So that's how it's done... OK... I'll go to your room then, sir. It won't take me long. By the way, my name is Clayton". I go back to my room to get ready for Clayton. A good shower, a little cologne, lights down, one of my best movies in the DVD, I leave the door half open and lie naked in bed with a sheet barely concealing my hardon. "Knock knock, may I come in? Oh, you're already in bed! I don't want to disturb you. We can have the audition another day..." "No, come in, I'm waiting for you. Take your clothes off, put yourself at ease". I'm dazzled by Clayton's young body as he undresses. So white and smooth, long supple muscles, the lines of a swimmer with the bulk of a football player, great combination. His ass is perfect, like on a Greek sculpture. The boy sits on the bed, nervous, hiding his cock, and glancing sideways at the sheet tented by my monster cock. I stroke his wide muscled back to relax him, ask him to tell me more about himself. "Well, I met this girl, really great, at the acting school here. I got her pregnant and we're getting married. But the job at the bar is really not enough for me to support her, and the child... I really need to get a good acting job". "You will, don't worry. A hunk like you, so handsome... Guys will pay good money to see you naked... Now tell me, Clayton, what happened in that locker room in college?" "I was betrayed. My own roomate, Daryl, black guy, lineback in the football team in which I was quarterback. One day we got drunk. I don't remember what happened but he claims I... I s..." "You sucked his dick?" "That's what he says! Anyway, he told the others and they pounced on me in the locker room, forced me to... suck their fat black cocks... every single one of them... swallow their gunk... They taped everything in video, shown all over in campus. I had to leave in shame and disgrace..." By now Clayton is sobbing incontrolably. I hold him by the shoulders and rest his handsome blond head on my broad chest. "It's OK, man, it's OK, you shouldn't blame yourself. They're brutes, bad guys. Now you're with a friend, trust me..." My moves have pulled the sheet aside and Grossao, my giant dick, is now raising his huge head, staring at the beautiful boy with his single eye. Clayton wipes his tears and suddenly sees Grossao. He jumps, trying to escape from my grip. "Oh my god, what's that?" "That's Grossao. He wants to make friends with you". "Damn! He's bigger than any of those things I had to suck..." Clayton is fascinated. He can't take his eyes off my throbbing manhood. "You want to get over your trauma, don't you, Clayton? There's nothing to fear when there's no violence. It's just a sex organ, not a weapon. It won't hurt you. Try touching it. Come on, it won't bite you back". The blond hunk tentatively reaches for Grossao, finally touches the silky black skin pulled taut over the hard male meat. He strokes it at first, then gets bolder and tries to wrap his fingers around the thick cylinder. He's already drooling. "Now, Clayton, be honest with me. Don't you really have any recollection of sucking Daryl's cock?" "Well, now that you mention it... Yeah, I have a vague recollection... Something huge running over my tongue... Opening my throat..." "And it felt good, didn't it? Forget what happened later. Sucking a big black dick felt great, didn't it? I'm sure you miss it, Clayton... Now, be my guest... Bring your face closer... Yeah... Open those beautiful red lips... Wrap them around the head... Oh man, you do it so good... Yeah, give Grossao a kiss, he's already loving you... Yeah, lick all around the head... Dude, you really know how to do this... How many cocks did you suck in that locker room?" "I lost count. Stopped counting at 30, but I guess there were many repeats. By a certain point I decided to let go and do it right, so it would end quicker. That didn't help. They only got more excited, saying that I really loved to suck cock". "And you do, don't you? There's nothing wrong with it... It's not even sex relations, as president Clinton famously established..." "You're right. Yeah... Let me do it. Just lie back and watch". Suddenly, released from his fears and inhibitions, Clayton lets out the hungry cocksucker in him. He goes down on Grossao, sucks the big head into his gaping mouth, swallows the whole ebony trunk, takes the thick 13 inches down his eager gullet. He's panting and grunting, throwing his head up and down, fucking his own throat with my stiff dick. I know I won't be long to shoot my jism down his maw. Clayton squeezes my balls to milk them of all their semen, pumps my cock like a crazed vacuum tube, hitting his brow on my pelvis, his chin on my balls. He's devouring Grossao like the starving cocksucker that he is. The first shot goes straight to his stomach. He pulls back to fill his mouth, then starts to swallow fast but he can't keep with me, the hot cum flows from his lips. He scoops up the stuff with his hands and feeds it to his mouth in a frenzy, not willing to lose a single drop of my male juice. When he's done, Clayton lies by my side, still panting, and I kiss him in the mouth, taking in the sweet-sour taste of my own cum. "How did I go?" "You did great, dude, just wonderful, more than wonderful." "So, I get the part?" "Oh, you mean the audition! No, that hasn't started yet..." "What do you mean?" "Well, you see, in my films, there's no cocksucking. That's not what my fans expect. They want something else. Let me show you, I have a DVD ready". I press the remote and Clayton stares as he watches the scene. The filme is called "All American Plumber". A blond hunk like Clayton comes in, he's the plumber that I've called. He's in overalls. But when he turns around to go into the bathroom to repair a faucet, we see that the lower back of his outfit is cutout, so his plump white buttocks stick out. "Damn", says Clayton, "he's bare-assed. That's so gay... You said you weren't gay..." "It's true. I wasn't. But I became gay. For me there's nothing better than sex with men". "I... I should be leaving. Buttfucking... It's not for me, sir, I've never done that. I'm sorry, but..." I grab Clayton by the arm and pull him closer to me, I'm in his face. "Stop that silly scene, dude. I know what you're going through. You're split about your sexuality. You needn't be. You can have fun with guys and at the same time be a good husband and father. Now, what żou came here for is an audition, right? You can get rid of that job at the bar and get a shot at real showbiz. What do you say?" "OK, I'll do it". "All right. So let's begin. Let's do the plumber scene. You have to improvise. I'm a guest at the hotel and you're a handyman. I have a pair of overalls in the closet, put them on. Turn around. Damn, your ass looks great in those... Now go out and knock on the door. The door is open, you come in, I'm in bed". The scene begins. "Hi. Thanks for coming. The faucet is not working". "Yes, sir. I'll take a look at it. Do you mind following me to the bathroom? We're not allowed to go inside without the guest being present..." "Be my guest!" I admire the way Clayton's buttocks bounce as he walks into the bathroom in front of me. His glutes are powerful, like a horse's haunches. I show him the faucet, he bends over the sink, sticking his ass out for me. "It's a serious problem, sir. It'll take me a while. And I need your help here. Can you get me my tool kit? It's somewhere in my overalls..." I slid my hands inside his overalls, caressing his buttocks, and reach to his hard dick, his tight balls. "Is that OK, plumber? Am I handling your tool kit the right way?" "Yeah... Don't stop... Now just let me study this faucet, while you play with my kit... Ooooh..." Clayton moans almost in ecstasy when I stick my tongue between his round buns and find his quivering hole. The puckered lips open to admit my fat tongue inside. I start to eat his ass, biting the plump butt cheeks, sucking the musky juices from his hungry asshole. "Oh, that feels so good! Do you have some kind of grease around here, sir?" I grab a can of vaseline and hand it to him. He dips his fingers in the pomade and brings them to his hole, greasing it. I wonder if he has done it before. Yeah, it looks like that Daryl wasn't just into cocksucking. The black lineback must have plowed Clayton's wonderful quaterback ass... "Now, sir, I need a much bigger tool. Have you got something like that?" I place my raging hardon in his hands, and he guides the head to his blinking asshole. I was right, it's not his first time. The blond hunk swirls Grossao's huge head around the lips of his hungry hole, making it looser, then he takes a deep breath, fasts the glans in place between his own butt cheeks, puts his palms against the tiled wall, braces himself and pushes back, hard, while I thrust my hips forward. Grossao goes in, surprisingly easy. His ring is tight but well fucked. He's certainly take many cocks up his ass in that locker room. Clayton moans loudly, he's loving it. "Oh man, sir, you're so big, so HUGE! Oh my god, I never took one so big...so thick... so hard... Fuck me, sir, fuck me!" "So you little slut, you were trying to deceive me, saying you were not gay, forced to suck cock... Never took it up the ass... Trying to make yourself difficult, huh... But I know your type, white bitch.... I've fucked many like you, and they're the greatest sluts... So that lineback really took your cherry, didn't he?" "No, sir, he didn't. I have been taking it up the ass and loving it since I was 13. Do you want me to tell the story while you plow my ass?" grossao13@hotmail.com